Author has written 92 stories for Sports Night, Charmed, Law and Order: SVU, 4400, Supernatural, Harper's Island, and Once Upon a Time.

Female receptionist with a penchant for writing. I've liked to write for literally as long as I can remember. My earliest writing memory is a story about a haunted house when I was in the first grade, but my mother tells me I've been writing stories since I learned how to form letters. I don't promise that what I write will be super awesomely stupendous, but I do try my best to make it, you know, good. ;)

Find me on Tumblr:http://dani-ellie03.tumblr.com/

Main fandoms: My interests are somewhat varied. I've written stories for Sports Night, Charmed, Law and Order: SVU, The 4400, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, and Harper's Island. Get thee the DVDs if you have not yet seen Harper's Island! I am totally an HI pusher.

I typically go through fandom spurts, where I'll write a whole bunch of stuff for one fandom and then move onto to my next obsession of the moment. It is entirely possible that I'll cycle back to one of the old ones, though, so if you've found me through a fandom that I'm not writing for at the moment, don't think I won't write something else!

Main/favorite characters: Prue Halliwell (seriously, I identify with her so much that it kind of freaks me out), Casey Novak, Sam Winchester, Abby Mills, Emma Swan (one of my two favorite TV characters of all time).

Pairings: Dana/Casey (SN), Prue/Andy (Charmed), Captain Swan (Hook/Emma, OUAT), Casey/Olivia (SVU). I didn't set out to be a real Casey/Olivia shipper. I was kind of just joking around and somewhere along the line, I really became one, looking for subtext and everything. Oops! Plus, writing CO is like, a new form of crack or something. Also a new form of crack is Charming Family anything. Angst, fluff, and everything in between.

As for reviews: I love them. If you like the story, tell me. If I'm doing something wrong, tell me. Nicely, of course, but tell me. If you have an idea as to where I should go with a story, tell me. It doesn't mean I will go that way, but I will certainly consider it. Feedback totally makes my little day.

I feel like I should leave you all with a really deep, really profound quote or two. Unfortunately, I don't know many profound quotes. But here are a couple that I like anyway:

"Impossible things happen every day. Little miracles. Most of the time we don't even see them, not because they're invisible but because we don't know what it is that we're looking for. But maybe we're not supposed to see miracles. Maybe we're just supposed to believe that they're out there. Because sometimes believing is enough. Sometimes believing is the miracle." -Early Edition

"That's how life works. Everything is fine until it isn't, and then you deal with it. Otherwise, there is no life. There's just waiting to die." -Medium

"Their eyes met, and Killian felt something electric pass between them, something new and fragile and something that gave him so much hope that all he could do was pray that she felt even a shred of what he was feeling." This is a drabble that I wrote originally for Tumblr. Short, but sweet.

All Emma's ever wanted is a family. Will she find it with Mary Margaret? A series of vignettes of missing Emma/Mary Margaret scenes from several episodes. Final chapter features moments from the final four episodes of the season.

Complete!. Patty casts a spell to reunite Prue with Andy. Prue marries Andy despite a stern warning from the Elders and together they conceive a magical child. Whitelighter Natalie Returns. Set in season 3.

"All I'm saying is that it's been quiet here the last couple of weeks. It's finally starting to feel normal and this place is finally starting to feel like home. I think throwing a town celebration is a wonderful idea.""Yeah, a celebration is great but does it have to be a *ball*?" Emma asked, her voice verging on a whine.

"We're stealing a boat?" Not that Emma had any room to talk, considering she still drove a car that she stole, its legitimacy now notwithstanding. "*Commandeering,* lass," Killian corrected. "Thieves steal. We're not thieves, we're pirates. We commandeer." (or, a fluffy little Captain Swan date)

Emma winced, which turned into a full-brown cringe when she heard her father sneezing in the bedroom. Oh no indeed. Things were about to get so much more exhausting, weren't they? "I hate to tell you, Mom, but I think you and Dad are coming down with the squirt's cold."

David set the knife and mayo jar on the counter before turning a concerned look on Emma. "I was just wondering why my daughter was awake and preparing a sandwich at this hour." (or, a midnight chat with Charming and Emma, a few days post-4x11.)

Though it was probably only less than a minute, it seemed like Emma was upstairs for an eternity. Snow and Charming were just on the point of following her to apologize when she emerged from her room and returned downstairs with a portfolio in her hand. (or, Emma shares part of her past with her parents)

"Because no matter how old you are and no matter how old they are, you're still their little girl ... They're happy because you're happy; let them share in it." (or, Frozen Swan and the Charmings post-Captain Swan date)

Dinner had flown by, as had dessert. Neither of them had been willing to end the evening, though, so they'd come out here to have a few more moments together without taking up one of Tony's tables. (or, what else happened on the Captain Swan date)

"Your magic is instinctual." Elsa raised her eyes to the snowflakes, which now hung in mid-air between them. They stopped moving once Emma directed her attention to them, which only proved Elsa's point.

"Why, what did you do in New York on stormy days?" "We watched scary moves," Henry answered with a grin. "Mom would make popcorn and we'd curl up on the couch with blankets and put on as many scary movies as we could." (or, the Charming Family and Captain Swan take on horror movies)

Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw her parents and Killian doing the same thing she was, stepping up to the windows to stare out at the winter wonderland their quiet afternoon picnic had suddenly become.

"You two deserve some time to yourselves and I want to hang out with my baby brother, ear infection and all. You're not imposing on me, I offered my services. Neal will be fine, I will be fine, and you two are going to have to actually wait for a table if you don't leave right now." (or, Emma offers to babysit her sick baby brother and hijinks ensue.)

What the hell else could Emma do with her magic if she actually set her mind to it? Maybe it was time to start practicing again, like she did with Killian that night at Granny's. (or, the Charming family, Captain Swan, and magical hijinks.)

It took another couple of minutes but eventually the kid dropped his bombshell. "You know, Mom, it's not cloudy out tonight." And in one inward-groan-inducing second, Emma got it. "Let me guess. There's also a meteor shower tonight, right?" An excited grin formed on his lips as he nodded. "So can we go out and watch it?" (or, the Charmings pull an all-nighter)

"What is it?" Henry asked, looking up at Mr. Gold in wonder. "It's a soldier's medallion from the Enchanted Forest. Very old .. and some say a powerful good luck charm. I think it might be just what Miss Swan needs." (or, what if the Charmings had the opportunity to have everything they thought they wanted?)

Emma had been so lost in thought that she hadn't even noticed her father watching her with a concerned expression. His soft voice startled her when he asked, "How come you're not out there?" Emma wrinkled her nose. "I don't dance." (or, Charming wants to dance with his daughter and Emma learns that 28 is not too old to have a first dance with her father.)

"We'll get another lead sooner rather than later, and I promise you, we will find Henry. Right now, though, I'm more concerned about you. What happened?" "Tree root," Emma grumbled, glaring in the direction of the exposed root. "I tripped on it and twisted my ankle. I can move it so it's not broken but ..." "You can't stand on it," David finished for her.

With Swan's mind so focused on something other than the here and now, any interruption of her thoughts was going to startle her. Still, Hook tried to be as unobtrusive as possible when he softly asked, "When was the last time you slept, love?"

Emma watched Henry go while turning his words over in her head. Had there really been no such thing as Christmas in the Enchanted Forest? If that were true, then why the hell were her parents so gung-ho about the holiday? (or, Christmas preparation with the Charmings)

Charming crouched down next to Emma's chair, but it wasn't until he went to place his hand on her shoulder to shake her awake that he felt the heat rolling off her in waves. As she would say: oh, *crap*.

David had said he wasn't going to push but here he was, pushing. Not as strongly as her mother, perhaps, but still pushing. And the pushing only continued when he asked, "Can I tell you a little story?" (or, Emma can't sleep, and apparently, neither can Charming.)

As Snow pulled the car onto a dirt access road in the woods, she noticed that her grandson was practically bouncing in his seat from excitement. "Are you ready for this?" she asked a little unnecessarily. "Are you kidding?" Henry exclaimed. "I was ready for this the day we bought the bow and arrows!" (or, Snow teaches Henry archery, and Henry teaches Snow to have a little faith)

Emma had opened a door that could never be closed. She'd let them behind her wall completely, let them hold her and try to comfort her as best they could. And if she was going to die, standing there with her parents' arms wrapped around her was how she wanted to go. (or, after the ordeal in the mines and its aftermath, Emma finally lets her parents comfort her on the Jolly Roger.)

"Anyway, my point is that I didn't exactly get a lot of chances to get used to thunderstorms. This one is loud and it's keeping me awake." "So you decided to wake me up so it can keep us both awake?" Emma asked, arching an eyebrow at her son. "Yep," Henry replied around a stifled giggle. (or, the Charming Family waits out a middle-of-the-night thunderstorm)

The second Emma looked at Henry, she knew it was all over. He had enacted the third stage of Puppy Dog Eyes. When their gazes met, he even added a tiny, pathetic, "Please, Mom? Please?" for good measure. "Ugh, fine," Emma groaned, rolling her eyes so hard that if it were possible, she would have sprained her optic nerve. "I guess we can camp out tonight."

"I know the hardened, world-weary cop with the bottle in his bottom desk drawer is a stereotype," Graham told Emma as he slid the bottle out of her reach as well, "but it's also a dangerous habit to start. There are better, healthier ways to wind down after a hard day."

All three of Emma's family members were staring at her expectantly. Really? She was sick, for crying out loud! They were seriously going to make her sit here and tell them stories from her life? On the other hand, she would get stories in return, stories she was surprised to find she really wanted to hear.

Companion piece to "The Best Day." "All right, fine," Emma sighed, "but let's make one thing clear. Today we are not father and daughter. Today we are sheriff and deputy. I'm the boss, and what I say goes."

"The snow's not going anywhere and we've got a very long day ahead of us." "Which begs the question," Henry continued, undeterred. "What are we going to do?" "I'm all for taking a nap," Emma grumbled at the same time as Snow suggested dragging out some board games. Emma blinked at her mother. "Board games? Seriously?" (or, a snow day with the Charmings.)

All Emma had wanted to do was return the kid to Maine where he belonged and then go back home. She never expected to stay, she never expected to make friends, and she certainly never expected to find the people she would eventually call family. Series of oneshots chronicling Emma finding a place to belong.

Companion piece to "Can You Help Me." Emma would have totally sucked as an old-time navigator. All the more reason she was grateful for GPS. ... Too bad there were no GPS systems for post-curse familial relationships.

The dreams that come when you're sick are so real, you don't even recognize them as dreams at first. Which is fine when they're nice dreams but pretty much the opposite of fine when they're not so nice.

"All I used to have to do to get her to talk to me was make her some hot chocolate with cinnamon. Now she hardly can stand to be in the same room with me." A quiet sigh escaped Snow's lips. "I just miss her." A few days with the Charmings post-"A Land Without Magic."

Mary Margaret had been on the verge of mounting a foot search for her missing roommate herself when one of her cast lines had finally gotten a bite. Unfortunately, that nibble coming from Ruby could only mean one thing. "Do I want to come down there?" "Probably not," was Ruby's amused reply, "but you should get down here anyway."

Emma leaving town was out of the question, and that was perfectly fine with Regina. As a matter of fact, Emma absolutely must stay in Storybrooke for a long, long time. And she knew just how to accomplish that. Rated mostly for language.

Even though he knew going back to the city wouldn’t flip some kind of switch and magically make her better, he wasn’t prepared for just how difficult the transition would be. Spoilers for the whole series.

But when the color drained from her aunt’s face, when the ringing in her ears stopped and she heard the kids in the classroom next door screaming, she understood. Oh God, she understood. Rated for language and violence.

Sequel to "The Heart of the Matter". Ninety-five percent of the time, Olivia was extremely proud of Casey and what she had done, but there was that pesky little five percent in which Olivia cursed--somewhat selfishly--Casey’s involvement in this case.

finished! When Paige begins having dreams about a young girl being abused, Piper believes they are symbolizing Paige's unease about quitting her job. Paige, however, isn't so sure the answer is that simple.

finished! Eager to get away from her sisters for a little bit, an 11yearold Piper runs for the serenity of the woods and finds herself in the middle of a mystery, one that's come in the form of another 11yearold named Melody.

finished! When a little girl is abandoned at the mall, the sisters get a lesson in motherhood when they decide she can stay with them while a search is on for her mother. They also get a lesson in fate when they figure out the reason they found her.